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MOTHERA Poem by Prateeksha Khota poem dedicated to all the mothers in the world |
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DUNNE & HER MASTER.A Poem by Terry CollettA MAID AND HER MASTER IN 1920S. |
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dotting the iA Poem by Jonathan Ballamfuel-injected birds narrate the churning traffic |
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Queen House WifeA Poem by Serenity FaithIt's how I'm feeling at the moment. |
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Mind The SpiderA Poem by Leonard BirchSpider had to do his chores, but did he mind? Enjoy! |
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Morning ChoresA Poem by Robert RonnowAs if the sun intended this habitual tendency to make the body healthy I do. First, the brain believes itself what a mistake if it's blue. The e.. |
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Knock AboutA Poem by Alfred KukitzThe days of life |
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A Little Girl's StoryA Poem by Spencer BarkerI'll be short and quick,faster than it takes a frog to lick.The story is quite sad,but for some it makes quite mad.It is your choice and yours only,bu.. |
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Housekeeping HelpA Story by SallyBeeIf you've ever felt like the chief bottle washer in your family then you'll most definitely connect with this plea for help in the household chores de.. |
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Our Love Is In Our DetailA Poem by Livy S PalmerNo-one knows their love as much as they, for it is normal love: compromised yet treasured. |
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The Little Red Fox - Does ChoresA Poem by Joshua McNayFox Friday! A new fox poem every Friday, at least that's my goal. Enjoy this cute little one I did today. Art in the picture is by the wonderfully tal.. |
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RaceA Poem by Mrudula RaniNaani |
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Demands and QuestionsA Poem by Melissa JammaWhen life feels overwhelming. Everyone wants something from you, wants you to change, and you just need a moment to rest. |
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Afraid to Go At It Alone...A Story by Jennifer WebsterThis is a thought on a certain thing that disrupts my life sometimes... |
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Clean UpA Poem by Debbie BarryJust a rhyme that wandered through my mind as I watched the woman from housekeeping sweep my hospital room. |
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Exaggeration of a Saturday MorningA Story by JoshuaOne Saturday morning, I hear the rattling sound of the pouring rain. The aroma of my freshly brewed coffee. You can say this is just a perfect Saturda.. |
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Ode to the Dish PileA Poem by EllsworthFeeling the frustrations of the dirty dishes that don't wash themselves :) |
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